“I told her about school and how I sat on a wall there and felt stories and words move through me ...” — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I'm not one of these 'the characters write themselves; the story just fell out of me' kind of writers. Wish it was… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
When she came to write her story, she would wonder when the books and the words started to mean not just something,… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
You're far from this. This story is just another few hundred pages of your mind. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Of course you're real-like any thought or any story. It's real when you're in it. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
When I find research really rewarding is when one piece of information gives you an idea for a story. That's when it's… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I don't really know that this story has a whole lot of things happen in it. It doesn't really. It's just a… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Yes, I'm often reminded of her, and in one of my array of pockets, I have kept her story to retell. It… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
It’s a small story really, about, among other things: * A girl * Some words * An accordionist * Some fanatical Germans… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
As a child in Sydney, my German Mum and my Austrian Dad would spontaneously tell me stories about what they saw and… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
All told, she owned fourteen books, but she saw her story as being made up predominantly of ten of them. Of those… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I don't write poetry or short stories. I don't like to write articles usually. I tend to really only want to be… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
What would you do if you were me? Tell me. Please tell me! But you're far from this. Your fingers turn the… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
For at least twenty minutes she handed out the story. The youngest kids were soothed by her voice, and everyone else saw… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
There are two magic acts I want to pull off when I write. One is creating a feeling that when you're inside… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“We are wolves, which are wild dogs, and this is our place in the city. We are small and our house is… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Of course, I'm being rude. I'm spoiling the ending, not only of the entire book, but of this particular piece of it.… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
It’s the leftover humans. The survivors. They’re the ones I can’t stand to look at, although on many occasions I still fail.… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
We underestimate teenagers at our peril. Even the dismissive thing out on the street--look at what they're wearing. Then we'll hear stories… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“I've wandered through the real world, and written myself through the darkness of the streets inside me. I see people walking through… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Liesel observed the strangeness of her foster father's eyes. They were made of kindness, and silver. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I think that as a writer your responsibility is to search for and stir up the things that are in this world. There is… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“For two days I went about my business. I travelled the globe as always, handing souls to the conveyor belt of eternity.” — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
It is early, early morning. It's that time when it's still dark but you know the day is coming. Blue is bleeding through black.… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“I'm twenty years old and look at me-- there isn't a thing I want to do” — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
You should give it to Max, Liesel. See if you can leave it on the bedside table, like all the other things." Liesel watched… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“When a woman with an iron fist tells you to get out there and clean spit off the door, you do it. Especially when… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
In years to come, he would be a giver of bread, not a stealer - proof again of the contradictory human being. So much… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“«¿Por qué no puede oírlo el resto del mundo? —me pregunto. En pocos segundos me lo pregunto muchas veces—. Porque no le importa —me… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Could she smell my breath? Could she hear my cursed circular heart beat revolving like the crime it is in my deathly chest? — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I see how complicated it is to make a film and how many people are involved and I love the fact that I get… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
